She wasn’t laughing now. She didn’t care how not subtle Steven was being. She hadn’t exactly been a shrinking violet all night, either. This was exactly what she wanted, and there was no way she was going to let it slip through her fingers.
“Okay.” Tossing her napkin onto the table, she pushed the chair back and waited for him to stand. She didn’t need him to show her where the bedroom was—all the floor plans in the complex were mostly the same—but it would probably look just a little too desperate if she made a record-setting dash down the hall.